Submissions by Blacktalia
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't care what people think of me, they are just going have to deal with it. I my sound all bad ass, the truth is I'm just a scared girl, who can't trust any one. More or less. I still want to kill most of these bastards!
DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2013 3:37am
19th Dec 2013 3:37am
Old Times
I sit in my sister room.
Late, around ten thirty.
I scroll through my old facebook pictures.
I saw old pictures of my self.
And as they went down, I saw I was cuter.
Looks don't matter to me.
But I am very self-conscious and with mild trust issues.
My feel like I'm going to cry.
My world wide friends don't help much.
And my friends close by don't help at all.
When I was younger I was a happy cheerful girl.
I'd make friends real easy and didn't swear like a sailor.
What changed?
Now I can't make a friend without fighting with them, and I'm...
Late, around ten thirty.
I scroll through my old facebook pictures.
I saw old pictures of my self.
And as they went down, I saw I was cuter.
Looks don't matter to me.
But I am very self-conscious and with mild trust issues.
My feel like I'm going to cry.
My world wide friends don't help much.
And my friends close by don't help at all.
When I was younger I was a happy cheerful girl.
I'd make friends real easy and didn't swear like a sailor.
What changed?
Now I can't make a friend without fighting with them, and I'm...
60 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2013 10:59pm
18th Dec 2013 10:59pm
Overload
I missed one day.
Only one.
Now I have to make up work.
Not like one page or finish reading a chapter,
No I have todo a packet, 36 note cards, two sheets of homework, finish four study guides.
Things I haven't learned.
I'm overloaded.
Carrying book after book to class after class.
It's too much.
I can't handle it.
I already had two breakdowns this month.
I'm gonna have another one.
Overlodation Criminalization Psychopathaion
Only one.
Now I have to make up work.
Not like one page or finish reading a chapter,
No I have todo a packet, 36 note cards, two sheets of homework, finish four study guides.
Things I haven't learned.
I'm overloaded.
Carrying book after book to class after class.
It's too much.
I can't handle it.
I already had two breakdowns this month.
I'm gonna have another one.
Overlodation Criminalization Psychopathaion
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2013 9:48pm
8th Nov 2013 9:48pm
leader or Follower?(Rant of Blacktalia 2)
I was at my friends house for a sleep over.
As, not many of you know, I like the horror and gore.
What I HATE is when a couple is all goo goo gaga.
My friend had her girlfriend spend the night with us.
Along with their friend Maria, and our friend the suicidal b-witch.
I had to sit there in the morning with nothing to do, because my phone was dying.
They were showering(separately I hope)
Me, Maria, and Haley(who goes by Phebs)Had to sit there in awkward silence.
I didn't like it. At all.
I made a new person shall we call it, though.
I realized on my way...
As, not many of you know, I like the horror and gore.
What I HATE is when a couple is all goo goo gaga.
My friend had her girlfriend spend the night with us.
Along with their friend Maria, and our friend the suicidal b-witch.
I had to sit there in the morning with nothing to do, because my phone was dying.
They were showering(separately I hope)
Me, Maria, and Haley(who goes by Phebs)Had to sit there in awkward silence.
I didn't like it. At all.
I made a new person shall we call it, though.
I realized on my way...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2013 9:31pm
8th Nov 2013 9:31pm
A little rant of Blacktakia 1
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 9:00pm
15th Sep 2013 9:00pm
Makes Since
Tell me if this makes any form a since,
When I do want to be by myself and alone
I am bugged by everyone.
When I don't, everyone is like
oh, let's ignore the hurt girl.
This makes since.
Or when I'm not going to cry and people swarm me.
But when I'm crying they don't.
The fuck is up with the world.
Ya this makes all the since.
Fuck it I quit!
When I do want to be by myself and alone
I am bugged by everyone.
When I don't, everyone is like
oh, let's ignore the hurt girl.
This makes since.
Or when I'm not going to cry and people swarm me.
But when I'm crying they don't.
The fuck is up with the world.
Ya this makes all the since.
Fuck it I quit!
56 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2013 8:05pm
1st Sep 2013 8:05pm
Trigger
I'm going to do it.
I am going to pull the trigger.
Blood, flesh, and guts will fly every where.
Guess who's fault.
It ain't mine.
As I stand here, with you
The trigger is getting closer to getting pulled.
I hope you see the point I'm making.
It will go all over your freshly white painted walls,
New wooden flooring,
Brand new 90" flat screen TV,
And your cutlery.
The evidence will be every where.
No true way to get rid of it.
Now it's been swell...
Bye bye mother fucker!
*gun shot*
*body falls to the floor, blood and...
I am going to pull the trigger.
Blood, flesh, and guts will fly every where.
Guess who's fault.
It ain't mine.
As I stand here, with you
The trigger is getting closer to getting pulled.
I hope you see the point I'm making.
It will go all over your freshly white painted walls,
New wooden flooring,
Brand new 90" flat screen TV,
And your cutlery.
The evidence will be every where.
No true way to get rid of it.
Now it's been swell...
Bye bye mother fucker!
*gun shot*
*body falls to the floor, blood and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2013 7:37pm
1st Sep 2013 7:37pm
Stop!
Stop! Just stop!
You keep me down.
My pain is because of you.
I can't cope like this.
So I would like it if all of you, stupid haters, "friends", and family would just stop.
Don't call me emo. And to be emo it isn't just cutting your self.
You also have to have a reason. Not just because you want attention or to be cool.
No you need emotional problems.
I could be emo.
I won't cut my self though.
Stop!
Leave me to my own self.
I want you to end this.
If you can't I will.
You don't know but I think about my death a lot.
The...
You keep me down.
My pain is because of you.
I can't cope like this.
So I would like it if all of you, stupid haters, "friends", and family would just stop.
Don't call me emo. And to be emo it isn't just cutting your self.
You also have to have a reason. Not just because you want attention or to be cool.
No you need emotional problems.
I could be emo.
I won't cut my self though.
Stop!
Leave me to my own self.
I want you to end this.
If you can't I will.
You don't know but I think about my death a lot.
The...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 6:38pm
23rd Jul 2013 6:38pm
Black
Black is the corupt angle watching over us from above
Black is the dark pines covered by the snow
Black is the sound of loudness.
Black sounds like rain clouds coming from a far.
Black feels like broken glass.
Black feels like the hate in my heart.
Black taste like burnt cookies
Black taste like the cake under the frosting
Black smells like a week old corpse.
Black smells sour as candy!
Black is my soul~
WARNING!!! THIS POEM BLACK AND WHITE ARE NOT ABOUT RACE!
Black is the dark pines covered by the snow
Black is the sound of loudness.
Black sounds like rain clouds coming from a far.
Black feels like broken glass.
Black feels like the hate in my heart.
Black taste like burnt cookies
Black taste like the cake under the frosting
Black smells like a week old corpse.
Black smells sour as candy!
Black is my soul~
WARNING!!! THIS POEM BLACK AND WHITE ARE NOT ABOUT RACE!
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 6:33pm
23rd Jul 2013 6:33pm
White
White is the pure angle watching over us from above.
White is the snow covering the dark pines.
White is the sound of quiet.
White sounds like clouds moving in the breeze.
white feels like a fuzzy warm blanket.
white feels like the love in my heart.
white taste like hot peanutbutter cookies.
white taste like creamy frosting on cake.
white smells like coffee freshly made.
white smells sweet as candy!
White is my soul~
White is the snow covering the dark pines.
White is the sound of quiet.
White sounds like clouds moving in the breeze.
white feels like a fuzzy warm blanket.
white feels like the love in my heart.
white taste like hot peanutbutter cookies.
white taste like creamy frosting on cake.
white smells like coffee freshly made.
white smells sweet as candy!
White is my soul~
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jul 2013 8:09am
16th Jul 2013 8:09am
Insanity
Everyday I wake up and I wounder to my self"why aren't you in a mental hospital?"I try to get out of my bed but this question still lingers through my mind.
Int he blazing heat that is my room.
Or the cold freshness in the living room.
I don't know why I am still in my house. In my bed. In this world.
People still don't see the corruption that our leader has brought up on us.
I know it's not all his fault. It is ours.
Are we truly going to live like this. Our forefathers didn't want this.
I don't want this. Because of this I cried in school. ...
Int he blazing heat that is my room.
Or the cold freshness in the living room.
I don't know why I am still in my house. In my bed. In this world.
People still don't see the corruption that our leader has brought up on us.
I know it's not all his fault. It is ours.
Are we truly going to live like this. Our forefathers didn't want this.
I don't want this. Because of this I cried in school. ...
80 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 8:33am
26th Jun 2013 8:33am
Fishy Poo
Fishy poo's, they can be so cute!
Their scaly,
Shiny,
fast,
smart,
but fishy poo's don't live long.
They can be all shapes, sizes, types,and colors!
I had three gold fish.
Two were regular goldfish. The third one was a rainbow goldfish.
The weird thing about them is that they ate each other.
Buttercup ate Bubbles who ate Blossom who ate Buttercup.
My gold fish were weird.
But they were my fishy poo's and I loved them!
Their scaly,
Shiny,
fast,
smart,
but fishy poo's don't live long.
They can be all shapes, sizes, types,and colors!
I had three gold fish.
Two were regular goldfish. The third one was a rainbow goldfish.
The weird thing about them is that they ate each other.
Buttercup ate Bubbles who ate Blossom who ate Buttercup.
My gold fish were weird.
But they were my fishy poo's and I loved them!
81 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 9:17pm
25th Jun 2013 9:17pm
Multi Death *please don't do this ever!!!*
145 reads
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